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hiiii angel!! I looooved your jegulus fics, so could i request a jegulus x fem reader where harry's their son (ofc) and like the grown-ups have a small fight(nothing too sirius) and lil har (who's living a pretty normal life) who's just like 12 or so thinks his mum is leaving(effect of too many muggle movies n shows lmao) and he panics a bit and it gets a lil angsty but then they all comfort him and cuddle while watching something disney perhaps? im sry if its too detailed hehe have a good day <3!
Hi to youuu! This was such a cute request, I loved writing it <3
I hope I did it justice 💗
poly!jegulus x fem!reader
warnings: none
The argument wasn’t even that serious. At least, not in your mind.
James had left the laundry half-done again, Regulus was on his usual tirade about “order” and “structure” in the house again, and you-
Well, you were just trying to drink your tea in peace.
But, as always, the Potter-Black household couldn’t stay quiet for long.
“I’m just saying-” you sigh, placing your cup down a little harder than necessary “-if you start a chore, finish it. It’s really not that complicated, James”
James, standing in the kitchen, his hands still damp from Merlin-knows-what, throws them up dramatically “I was going to finish it! But then Pads called, and I got distracted”
You suppress a laugh. Of course Sirius was involved.
“Oh, of course” Regulus, seated stiffly at the dining table with his arms crossed like an old-world aristocrat surveying an unworthy subject, lets out a sharp, unimpressed scoff “ Because when Sirius calls, the entire world must stop, and we must all kneel at his feet in reverence”
James pouts, looking genuinely wounded “That’s not true”
You glance at Regulus just in time to catch his expression. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched, lips curled into that ‘really?’ smirk he does so well.
You rub your temples, already feeling the impending headache from their antics.
“James, love, you always do this. You start something, get distracted, and then I end up finishing half your chores because I don’t want Regulus to have an aneurysm”
Regulus clicks his tongue “I do not-”
“Yes, you do” you interrupt “You dramatically sigh, shake your head, and look at me like I’ve let down the entirety of England by allowing James to run unchecked”
James snorts, shoulders shaking with laughter. Regulus shoots him a glare.
“Look-” James says, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair “-it’s just laundry. It’s not like I forgot to pick Harry up or left a potion brewing unattended”
“Not this time” Regulus narrows his eyes.
A dramatic gasp leaves James’ lips.
“I have never, not once in my life, forgotten about my own son, thank you very much” he states, only for his expression to turn a little sheepish as he adds “About the potions, though-”
And you want to laugh, you really do. At the absurdity of the situation, at James’ antics, at Regulus’ vein on his temple almost throbbing from the half-scowl he is sporting.
But it’s late, you are tired and there’s still a pile of unwashed clothes sitting in the corner who is just waiting for someone to take care of it.
“You know what? Whatever. I’ll just do it myself” you groan, pushing your chair back.
That’s when you hear it.
A sharp intake of breath from the doorway.
Harry.
You turn and find your son standing there, his posture too rigid, his face too carefully blank. His eyes flicker between the three of you, sharp and searching, and suddenly, the air in the room feels heavier.
Your frustration evaporates in an instant.
“Mum ?” he asks, his voice measured but tight “Are you guys… okay?”
The shift in mood is immediate.
“What ?” James blinks, his lighthearted demeanor slipping instantly.
Harry’s fingers twitch slightly at his sides, his weight shifting from foot to foot almost nervously.
“It’s just- you’re arguing, and it sounds kind of serious, and I-” he hesitates, like he’s not sure he wants to say the next part out loud “I just want to know if I should… be worried”
Your stomach twists. Hard.
Regulus immediately straightens, his earlier exasperation vanishing. “Harry” he says, voice softer now, careful “Of course not”
James frowns, concern overtaking his features.
“Hold on, you thought-” his voice falters for a second before his face shifts into something stricken, pained “Oh, mate”
But you-
Your breath catches in your throat.
Worried ?
Your heart clenches, sharp and painful, because-
Oh, sweetheart, no.
You step forward instinctively, reaching for him, like touching him will tether you both to reality, to the undeniable fact that you would never -never- leave him. None of you would.
“Sweetie-” you press a gentle hand to his arm, stroking gently, making him feel your warmth, your presence “-this wasn’t anything serious. We were just bickering. It’s normal”
Your voice almost cracks at the sight of his big, worried eyes.
Harry exhales, but his jaw is still tight.
“Yeah, but-” he lets out a humorless chuckle, but there’s something bitter underneath “-in those Muggle movies you showed us…the parents start arguing about stupid things and pretend it’s nothing, and then boom, divorce”
Your stomach lurches.
Regulus’ breath catches in his throat.
James looks horrified, like someone has just told him Quidditch was canceled forever “Laundry isn’t a ‘boom divorce’ argument! It’s a ‘James is a little shit but we love him anyway’ argument”
“It’s true” Regulus lets out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh -but there’s no humor in it.
James looks beyond offended.
But you’re barely listening.
Your chest is still tight, your fingers gripping Harry’s arm a little too firmly, because he actually thought you might leave.
That one argument over laundry could break apart his world.
For the first time in years, something close to heartbreak flares in your chest.
Harry, your baby, your bright-eyed, brilliant, sarcastic little boy -the one who still rolls his eyes when you kiss his forehead but leans into it anyway- he actually thought that you’d walk away. That you’d leave him behind.
And the thought alone almost knocks the breath out of you.
You swallow past the ache, past the guilt clawing at your throat.
“Harry” your voice is firmer now, but no less gentle “Love, I promise you- we argue, yes, but it doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. It doesn’t mean we’re leaving”
“No ?”
That one word, that single uncertain word coming out if your little boy’s mouth is almost enough to make your heart stop.
“No, sweetie-” you reassure him, trying your hardest to ignore the lump in your throat as you take his little hand in yours “-Merlin, no. No one’s leaving, ok ?”
Regulus steps closer, voice still uncharacteristically gentle “We are a family. That doesn’t change just because your dad is insufferable about chores”
“I feel attacked” James mutters, always the one to brighten up the mood. Even when he was panicking and worried himself at the idea of his son having such dark thoughts.
He concealed it well, but not well enough for you and Regulus not to notice.
Harry finally huffs a small laugh, some of the tension leaving his frame.
James grins and pulls him into a loose hug, ruffling his already messy hair and smacking a loud kiss on his forehead “Harry, you really thought we’d let something as stupid as unfinished laundry break up our family ?”
Harry hesitates for half a second before leaning into the embrace.
“I mean-” he says, muffled against James’s shoulder “I wouldn’t put it past Dad to actually file for divorce over a mess”
Regulus scoffs “That is not true”
Harry pulls back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, in a way so Regulus-like that you almost start laughing.
Regulus huffs “…Mostly not true”
James cackles, tightening his grip on Harry. Harry follows him, the corners of his lips tilting up in a genuine smile, the frown between his eyebrows melting away.
You feel like you are able to breathe after centuries of suffocation, your son’s smile being the oxygen you need to live.
“See ?” you reach out, running your fingers through Harry’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple “We’re fine. We’ll always be fine”
Harry lets out a breath, and for the first time since he walked in, he fully relaxes.
The heaviest of weights suddenly gets lifted from your chest.
“Alright, I think we need something comforting after all that” after a pause, you smile looking at your son knowingly “Disney movie ?”
Harry tilts his head up so fast his glasses bounce on his nose. The sight is so endearing you almost melt to a puddle on the floor.
“Can we watch The Lion King ?” he asks, eyes sparkling and full of hope.
“Must we ?” James groans like he’s in physical pain “That movie makes me cry every time”
“Oh, yes” Regulus’ mouth curls up in that scheming way of his “Let’s absolutely watch The Lion King”
James groans again, dramatically flopping backward like a man defeated “I don’t know why I suffer like this”
Regulus rolls his eyes but tugs him up by his sleeve “Come on, drama queen”
By the time you all curl up on the couch, James is wedged between you and Regulus, and Harry is sprawled comfortably against his side, absently toying with the hem of James’s sleeve. The tension from earlier is completely gone, replaced by something much warmer, much safer.
Halfway through the movie, you glance over at Regulus. He’s still watching, his sharp features soft in the glow of the screen. James shifts slightly, reaching out to take his hand, thumb brushing over Regulus’s knuckles.
Harry watches the movement, a small, quiet smile tugging at his lips.
You catch his expression, and something warm blooms in your chest. Because this -this closeness, this love, this undeniable proof that you are his family- is what he needed to see.
You squeeze James’s other hand, and he turns to you, his expression sleepy but affectionate. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then shifts to nudge Regulus with his nose until he relents and kisses him too.
Harry lets out a small, amused sound, shaking his head.
“You guys are so- ” he doesn’t finish the sentence, but his voice is lighter, more at ease.
Regulus smirks “So?”
Harry just smiles “Never mind”
A comfortable silence settles between the four of you, the only sound coming from the movie playing in the background.
Then, without warning, Harry shifts.
It happens so fast that neither of you can react properly before there’s suddenly a twelve-year-old boy flopping dramatically across your laps. His head lands squarely in yours, his legs stretch across Regulus’, and his back presses against James, pinning him in place like an overgrown cat making himself comfortable.
James lets out a surprised ‘oof’, a playful smile on his face as his arms come to rest on your son’s stomach.
Regulus, however, blinks down at the boy now draped over him like a human blanket. “Are you serious?”
“Nope, that’s Uncle Pads” Harry quips, grinning up at him from your lap.
Regulus exhales, long and suffering, and gives you a look. But his lips twitch, betraying him, as he mutters “You are so your father’s child-”
James perks up immediately, grinning proudly “He really is, isn’t he?”
“-and i did not sign up to be used as furniture” Regulus groans, but you can see the way he, instead of moving Harry off of him, shifts slightly, adjusting so the weight is more comfortable, making room for him.
You snort, tucking your feet up onto the couch, smoothing back your son’s hair, fingers slipping easily through the messy strands.
You glance down at him, warmth flooding your chest at the sight of him looking so utterly at ease. He’s always been sharp and quick-witted, always acting like he’s too cool for affection -but now, with his head resting in your lap and his legs draped across Regulus as he smiles at him like a cheshire cat that got his way, he looks young again. Safe.
Your heart swells.
“Comfy ?” you chuckle, your thumb smoothing over Harry’s soft cheek.
“Very” he sighs dramatically, shifting just enough to make sure he’s well and truly settled, as if the three of you exist purely for his comfort.
Regulus exhales sharply, looking at you as if you can possibly fix this.
“Welcome to parenthood, love” you just shrug, biting back a smile.
Regulus huffs a light, slightly incredulous laugh, but his arms come to rest absentmindedly on Harry’s legs, hands rubbing his shins lightly over the soft fabric of those ridiculous deer printed pajama pants Sirius (and, with not little compliant from his part, Remus) had gifted him on his birthday, a soft glint in his silver eyes as he looks at your little boy and his mischievous grin.
He looks so much like James like this. Carefree, young James, who ran through Hogwarts’ hallways without a care in the world just to see you and Regulus at the end of your class, and spouted the most absurd pick-up lines you have ever heard in your entire life still to this day.
Your gaze meets Regulus’ and you know he is thinking the same exact thing, the warm fondness in his features giving him away.
Who knew, back then, that those cheesy words and that same troublemaker smile, so similar to the one on your son’s face, would’ve led you here ?
The movie plays on, the soft glow of the television flickering over the four of you, but it’s almost secondary to the warmth settling between you all.
At some point, James shifts, letting his head drop against your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck.
You hear him sigh. Content, comfortable.
Regulus chuckles “Are you planning to stay there forever?”
“Mmh…”James hums, making a big show of burrowing further into you before turning to press his face into Regulus’s shoulder instead “Yes”
Regulus tenses for all of three seconds before sighing and adjusting slightly. Just enough to make space for him.
“You silly man” he murmurs, but one of his hands moves from Harry’s legs to James’s hair, fingers brushing through the still unruly as ever strands in slow, absent patterns.
You smirk, reaching over to do the same, your fingers tangling into James’s curls from the other side.
James lets out a pleased little sound, muffled against Regulus’s sweater “You both love me so much”
“Says who ?” Regulus huffs, though his fingers never stop moving.
“The nearly fifteen years you’ve spent by my side ?” James muses, looking as smug as he did back in Hogwarts, his hair a perpetual mess and that grin that magically got him out of every trouble.
“I’m afraid he might be right with this one” you laugh softly, letting your hand drift down to squeeze James’s shoulder, your eyes still on Regulus.
Harry, still sprawled across all three of you, cranes his neck just enough to squint up at his father “Papa, do you really require this much attention at all times?”
James, without shame, nods “Yes”
You let out a snort, because it is the truth. And even Harry noticed it.
The movie continues, and the familiar opening notes of the stampede scene start playing.
James, already bracing himself, shifts slightly in his seat.
Regulus notices instantly.
“Oh, for- James, are you actually-”
Harry shifts slightly, glancing up at James “Are you crying yet?”
“No” James says preemptively, voice wobbly, his eyes slowly but surely welling with tears.
You smirk “Oh, you absolutely are, Jamie”
“I am not” James insists, voice cracking slightly.
Harry snickers, tapping James’ hand on his tummy in what you are sure is supposed to be a reassuring but still teasing gesture “Sure, Papa”
“It’s not my fault this scene is heartbreaking” James groans, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.
Regulus hums, unimpressed "It’s a children’s film, James"
"With emotional depth, Reggie!" James gestures wildly with one hand while the other stays firmly wrapped around Harry, who’s still sprawled across all three of you "Do you even have a heart?"
Regulus huffs, lips twitching "No. I sold it the day I met you"
You bite back a grin, watching the way Regulus tries –and fails– to keep a straight face while you press a kiss into James’ curls.
The movie continues to roll, but the warmth of the moment feels like it’s come to life beyond the screen.
The laughter, the shared glances, the quiet affection -it all wraps around you like a cozy blanket, the kind you never want to leave.
Harry, still nestled in your lap, lets out a soft sigh, his eyelids drooping as the comfort of the scene lulls him into relaxation. His head, heavy with sleep, tilts gently against your stomach, and you let out a contented breath, your hand brushing through his hair once again.
James shifts, peering down at him “We’re losing him”
You smile, reaching over to brush a few stray strands of hair from Harry’s forehead, his eyes fighting to stay open, trying not to lose their battle against exhaustion.
Regulus, still stroking James’s hair, tilts his head slightly “You’re next”
James gasps, scandalized “I am a grown man, Regulus. I do not just-” He pauses to yawn. Loudly.
“Mmhm. Sure” Regulus smirks.
You chuckle, pressing a kiss to James’s temple before tilting your head to catch Regulus’s gaze. He’s already watching you, something unreadable but unmistakably fond in his expression.
You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together, and squeeze gently. He exhales, and then, slowly, without fanfare, he leans his head against James’, his free hand coming up to rest lightly over yours.
There’s a long moment of quiet, just the soft hum of the credits rolling in the background.
And then, in the silence-
“Reggie?” James mumbles sleepily, voice thick with drowsiness.
“Mmh ?”
James lifts his head just enough to squint at him, a lazy grin curling at his lips. “You definitely cried when Harry was born”
Regulus stills. His hand falters where it’s been absentmindedly tracing circles against your thigh, fingers going stiff.
“What does that have to do with anything right now ?” he asks, his mask of indignation barely holding on.
A quiet snicker breaks the stillness. You glance down to find Harry --half-asleep but still listening– curled up against you, his warm breath fanning across your skin.
He shifts just enough to peer up at Regulus, his voice drowsy but amused “Did you really?”
James grins, tightening his arm around your waist as if to anchor himself.
“Oh, like a baby” he confirms, his voice rich with teasing as he looks at Harry with a fond but teasing smile “Mum held you up, love, and Reg absolutely lost it. Sobbing. Whole thing.”
You smother a laugh against the back of your hand.
“I remember” you add, tilting your head to meet Regulus’s gaze “You clung to me like I was going to disappear. Kept saying, ‘He’s so small. He’s so small’”
Regulus exhales, rolling his eyes, though there’s no true irritation -just that quiet, reluctant fondness that always softens his edges when it comes to you, to James, to your son.
“He was small” he mutters, his fingers resuming their slow, soothing strokes along Harry’s leg.
James hums, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.
“He fit in my hands” he murmurs, a note of awe still lingering in his voice even now “I thought if I breathed wrong, I’d break him”
You smile fondly as the memories of that day flow through your mind. You remember being a mess, tears rolling down your eyes uncontrollably as soon as the nurse put Harry, your baby, your most precious treasure, in your arms for the first time.
And, yet, you also vividly remember that, despite the wreckage that you were, James and Regulus managed to be an even bigger trainwreck.
Harry makes a soft noise, shifting slightly between you. His words come slow and heavy with sleep “’M still here, though”
Regulus’s expression softens as he glances down at him.
“Yes” his hand drifts almost absently to smooth over Harry’s curls, his fingers gentle and careful “You are”
Harry’s lips curl in a sleepy, knowing smile “Bet you love me even more now”
Regulus huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing along his son’s temple.
“I do” he admits, an emotion in his voice, in his eyes, that he rarely lets shine through.
You and James just smile at each other fondly, sharing Regulus’ sentiment, the love etched in his gaze.
Harry, now fully amused, drowsily smirks up at him “Aw, Dad. You do have a heart”
Regulus exhales, shaking his head in bewilderment. Half of that lovely spark in his eyes turning into amusement.
“Oh, you little shit. You've been spending way too much time with uncle Sirius, you know ?” the words are warm, practically dripping in affection. And instead of pulling away, Regulus lets his hand settle on Harry’s arm, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns.
But there’s a glint in his gaze that both you and James seem to notice, a smile blooming on your faces.
Before Harry can react, Regulus’ hand moves down to his side, fingers pressing lightly against his ribs, just enough to make him squirm. Harry lets out a startled yelp, his body twitching instinctively as a breathy laugh spills from his lips.
“Wait- Dad- no-” Harry gasps between shrieks, already trying to wriggle away, but there’s nowhere to go. He’s sprawled across all of you, completely trapped.
“Oh ? I thought I was being soft ?” Regulus only smirks, his fingers dancing against Harry’s side, pressing gently into the most ticklish spots with practiced precision.
You grin, watching fondly as Harry flails, his laughter bubbling uncontrollably “Mercy ! Please !”
Regulus hums, pretending to consider it.
“Hmm. Fine” he finally lets up just enough for Harry to catch his breath, fingers slowing to a gentle, absentminded rub against his ribs instead.
By the time Regulus is done with his little revenge Harry is breathless, his body lax and boneless. His laughter has faded into soft, lingering giggles, the kind that bubble up after being tickled senseless, but even those are growing quieter.
Regulus’ hands are back on your son’s leg, his touch softened, slow and rhythmic, lulling instead of teasing. He traces gentle circles against Harry’s shin and calf, fingertips barely there, and Harry exhales one last sleepy hum of contentment before completely melting into the warmth of all three of you.
A quiet settles over the room again, the kind that feels like home, like the calm after a summer rain, like steady heartbeats and shared breaths.
You can’t help but smile, watching them, watching all of them, as the flickering light from the television dances across their faces.
You feel the familiar pulse of warmth and affection surge through you.
This is your family. Your chaotic, imperfect, but undeniably yours family.
James lets out a slow exhale, shifting slightly so that he can get more comfortable, but not enough to disturb Harry. His arm tightens just a little around your waist, pulling you closer, and you let yourself lean into him, your fingers brushing lightly over his chest.
Regulus tilts his head, watching Harry’s face, the way his lashes flutter slightly against his cheeks before going still “He’s asleep”
“Didn’t take long” James lets out a quiet chuckle, his lips curving into a fond smile.
Your chest tightens with emotion at the sight of your little boy, his face serene and content as he succumbs to the tiredness. And you can’t help but lean down, your hand gently cupping Harry’s cheek as he shifts slightly, snuggling deeper into your lap. His warm breath is a steady rhythm against your stomach.
You lean down and press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, your lips lingering there for just a second longer than usual.
He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.
Your heart clenches, that protective, overwhelming love filling every inch of your chest.
James’ voice, muffled against Regulus’s shoulder, breaks the comfortable silence.
“I love this” he says quietly, almost as if to himself, his voice filled with contentment.
Regulus doesn’t respond, but you can see the way his hand stills for a brief second before continuing to move, the gesture one of affection and care, as if he’s trying to imprint this moment in his memory forever.
Finally, you exhale, your voice quieter now, the warmth of the moment settling deep in your chest as you take it all in.
Your family, your home, the three most important people of your life.
“Me too” you murmur, your fingers brushing absently through Harry’s hair, holding onto this quiet, fleeting peace.
“I didn’t think I’d end up here” Regulus’ voice cuts through your thoughts, eyes locked on the screen, but you know his words are meant for you and James.
You glance up at him, surprise flickering through your heart “What do you mean?”
He shrugs, a nonchalant movement that tries to mask the emotion beneath.
“This...us,” he gestures around the room, his gaze sweeping over the three of you and your little treasure asleep on your laps “This wasn’t exactly in my plans. Or in my dreams”
You watch Regulus for a moment, the flickering light of the television casting soft shadows across his face. He’s not looking at you, not fully, but there’s something unguarded in his expression.
James shifts slightly, enough not to wake up Harry, lifting his head just enough to glance at Regulus with a lazy, knowing smile.
“Yeah, well-” he murmurs, voice laced with fond amusement “-neither was falling for a reckless Gryffindor and the most beautiful woman in the world, I bet. But you did anyway”
“O-ho” you chuckle softly, your fingers gently stroking through James’s messy hair. “You really know how to flatter a person, don’t you?” you tease, your tone warm, though there’s a gentle smile playing at your lips.
Regulus’s lips curl into a small, fond smile at your words, but he doesn’t say anything right away. He’s too busy watching you, a soft intensity in his gaze.
“It’s true, though,” he murmurs after a moment, his voice uncharacteristically soft “I didn’t expect…this. At all”
“And ?” you ask softly, your grip on his hand firm, warm “Any regrets ?”
Regulus finally looks at you then, silver eyes meeting yours for half a second before shifting to the man in between your bodies whose sleepy smile was still more blinding than the sun, and the little boy sleeping soundly on top of you who brought the greatest joy in your lives.
“No,” he admits, quieter now, a genuine curve on his lips “No regrets”
James hums thoughtfully “Not even when I forget the laundry? Or leave potions ingredients out? Or-”
“I suggest you to stop talking before I change my answer, baby”
James smiles that mischievous grin of his, but doesn’t replicate, his hold on you and Regulus tightening just a bit.
And in this moment, as sleep threatens to take not only you but the men by your side too, you can't help but think that you wouldn't change a thing about your family.
the artemis ii mission reminds me why i love humanity so much. they play pink pony club for the astronauts. they have issues with microsoft outlook. one of the astronauts named a moon crater after his late wife. a jar of nutella just flew by. they make 67 memes because they’re big nerds with huge hearts who say that we look beautiful from there. they call dibs on sleeping arrangements and the mission specialist likes sleeping like a bat. the pilot’s daughter shows her dad off on her social media.
dunno just sometimes helps to think that we can do things like that.
don’t forget that it’s your life. it’s not school’s life, it’s not work’s life, it’s not your family or your partner’s life—it’s perpetually your life, for better or worse. what do you want from this life? forget happy, what motivates you to live? why are you here?
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
can i please see a fat woman wearing it. yes, i know your sizes go all the way up to 5x. but can i please see a fat woman wearing it. yes, i heard you're woman-owned. can i please see a fat woman wearing it though. yes, i understand you donate 50% of proceeds to this charity. i still do not see a fat woman wearing it. can i please see a fat woman wearing it.
Something in the readers cabin breaks (door, shelf, bed etc) and Camp Counsellor James comes into act as a handy man
plus reader going crazy over Jamies veiny arms as he holds a power drill 🤤🤤😋😋
Thanks for requesting!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 488 words
“How’d this happen?” James wriggles the door of your cabin experimentally in its frame.
Sitting on the floor in front of him, you shrug. “Must have been coming loose over time. No one was rough with it or anything.”
Your boyfriend scoffs. “My kids slam the door every time they come in and out, and ours hasn’t fallen off.”
You stick your tongue out at him. James grins and does it back.
Your cabin is at arts and crafts with Sirius, and James has left his in the care of another counselor whilst he helps you with a bit of cabin maintenance. The top hinge of your door tore out of the wall while one of your kids was coming through, the sight of it tilting like it was going to fall on her enough to send your heart vaulting into your throat. The sound of a dozen ten-year-old girls screaming isn’t one anyone at camp wishes to hear again; even though Amos from maintenance was off for the weekend, fixing the door became high enough priority for camp management to hand James a power drill.
You watch him wrestle with the door as he tries to get a screw back into its hole, arms flexing and backlit by the sunlight pouring into your cabin. Sometimes it still floors you that this vision of a man lets you kiss him. Enthusiastically.
“Can I help?” you ask.
James’ eyes flick to you and away again. “Mm, sure. Could you hold it still for me? Just be careful, it might be heavier than you think. Don’t let it pinch your fingers.”
You scoot closer, curling your fingers underneath the smooth wood of the door and lifting upward.
James hums approval. “Thanks, angel.”
You look up to smile at him, and your mouth dries up. The view from down here. You’re looking up James’ torso, at the underside of his jaw as he frowns concentratedly, the bulge of his tricep as he adjusts the door just so. He leans forward a tad, granting you a glimpse up the shadowy inside of his camp t-shirt.
The whirring of the drill feels like a droll mimicry of what’s going through your head.
“Screw?” James extends a hand to you.
You swallow hard. “Hm?”
He glances down. You can only pray your eyes haven’t reconfigured themselves into cartoon hearts. “Can you pass me that other screw there, please?” he asks.
“Oh.” You look around you, nearly dropping the door and crushing your fingers as James feared. You find a small screw hiding beside your shoe. “Here you go.”
His dimple flickers as he takes it from you. “Thanks.”
You nod, wetting your lips. God, you feel like you need to go find your water bottle. The midafternoon heat came on so suddenly.
James sets the door up again, lining up the drill. He’s emanating a quiet smugness. “Focus on the task at hand, lovely.”
Hey if you have chronic pain, you gotta remember that the cognitive load of dealing with that is exhausting. Just that alone. Never mind what else you've got going on.
You're not lazy or being dramatic; you're overloaded.
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